April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via traumachu)

(Source: petrichour, via sailorv)

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we-dontknow-anything asked: You've got wicked talent! :)

you are too sweet!!

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Lux Lisbon is not dead